LOGINLyraThe scouts' trail led us away from the palace and into a stretch of land where the trees grew so close together that they blocked most of the afternoon light. I rode at the front of our small team, following the marks the scouts had left behind while trying not to think about Raguel.I couldn't afford to let that fear distract me now. Miguel was missing, and if the faction had taken him, we needed to find out why.One of the scouts raised his hand, signalling for us to stop. Ahead of us, there was an abandoned tower with crumbling walls and a rusted gate. The place looked as though it had been left to decay for decades, but there were fresh footprints in the muddy ground near the entrance, and I could see the faint glow of a torch through one of the narrow windows.“This is where the trail ends,” the scout whispered. “We found signs of movement around the eastern wall, but we haven't seen anyone leave. Also, we heard voices when we approached, but we couldn't get close enough to
RaguelThe report about Miguel's disappearance arrived shortly after I settled into my study. My beta entered with a serious expression.“Raguel, we've lost contact with your brother. His men say he left without explaining where he was going, and none of them knows his current location.”I stared at her. “When was he last seen?”“Several hours ago. We've checked the places he usually visits, but there's no sign of him. His guards haven't been able to confirm whether he left alone.”I suspected Miguel might have been planning something, but abandoning his men made no sense. With the faction targeting Lyra, I couldn't rule out their involvement.“Have we found any evidence that the faction is involved?” I asked.“Not yet, but we know they've been moving through the palace and contacting people connected to the rebellion. It's possible Miguel discovered something he wasn't supposed to know.”“Send scouts to every location where the faction has been seen,” I ordered. “I want them searchin
CharlotteI had learned a long time ago that the easiest way to survive around powerful people was to give them what they wanted to hear.The faction expected me to be frightened after my escape, and they certainly expected me to regret turning against them. I decided to use that expectation to my advantage.When I was brought before the representative, I kept my head lowered and my hands clasped in front of me, hiding how tightly my fingers were pressed together.“I've thought about what you said,” I told him. “I understand that I made a mistake by questioning your plans.”He watched me without speaking, and I forced myself not to look away. I couldn't afford to let him see how badly I wanted to get out of that room.“Have you finally understood where your loyalty should lie?” he asked.“Yes,” I replied. “If you still intend to give me a chance, I'll help you deliver Lyra to the chamber.”His expression remained unreadable, but I noticed the slight change in his posture. My sudden ag
HabeelaI had spent most of the morning reviewing the records Zevran and I had collected, searching for connections between the faction and those helping them access the palace. The more I examined the documents, the more convinced I became that this was an organized operation involving people with considerable influence.Zevran sat across from me, comparing names with his earlier investigation notes. After several minutes of silence, he turned a document toward me and pointed to three names.“These council members are supposed to be neutral,” he said. “They have never publicly supported the royal family, and none of them has been linked to the rebellion. But according to these records, they've been providing the faction with access to the palace.”I leaned closer, examining the dates, delivery records, and secret meetings. One council member had even arranged access to a restricted passage near the eastern armory, where we had discovered evidence of the ritual preparations.“How did
LyraI was pulling my hair into a tight bun on top of my head when I noticed Raguel watching me from across the room. Even though he was trying hard to look like nothing was wrong, the tiredness on his face was difficult to ignore. His shoulders were tense, and every few moments, he pressed his fingers against the edge of the desk as if he needed something strong to hold on to.“You're doing it again,” I said.He raised his eyes. “Doing what?”“Pretending you're fine when you can barely stand without holding on to something.”His expression tightened, and he straightened immediately, as if proving he could stand properly would somehow end the argument. “I'm perfectly capable of leading this operation, Lyra.”“I never said you weren't. I said you're not fine.” I walked towards him, stopping on the other side of the desk. “When was the last time you allowed the physician to examine you properly?”“That's not important right now.”“It's important to me.”He looked away, and the silence t
MiguelI stared at Charlotte, struggling to decide if she was actually telling the truth. I had risked everything to take control of the eastern defenses and challenge Raguel's rule, and I wasn't ready to believe it had all been for nothing.“You said the ritual could kill Lyra,” I reminded her. “I want to know exactly what you heard, Charlotte. Not what you think they're planning or what you're afraid might happen. Tell me what they said.”Charlotte glanced at the guards before answering. “They said Lyra's sovereign blood is the key to opening the ancient chamber.”“What exactly do they expect to find inside this chamber? Did they say?”“Their lost heir.”I frowned. “You're telling me they intend to bring back a man who disappeared years ago? How does Lyra's blood make that possible?”“I don't know all the details, but they believe her blood can restore what was taken from their bloodline. They're willing to pay whatever price it demands.”“If she's that powerful, why would they kill
LYRAFor a minute, everything existed in echoes and blurs. I expected Aaron to laugh and tell me he was joking, or to tell me he had dismissed Raguel immediately and that they were currently hunting for another investor. But my husband did none of that. He continued driving through the quiet road
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LYRAI woke up feeling like I had been dragged through something I couldn’t remember. My body felt heavy and weak, with an aching, unfamiliar soreness. I lay still, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Flashes—red eyes, a voice, a hand around my neck, the words, “Your husband sold
LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou







